max: ay ash williams stop hitting me with the shovel and does tea help with abusive trauma * he said curiously *
He stalks out of the kitchen and stands behind Max and he points at the door.
"Outside with that. I'm not gonna tell you again."
"Outside with that. I'm not gonna tell you again."
"Seems chef grew tired a the stank a that" he chuckled.
* max was confused * max: with what im not even smoking antyhing matter afect i havent smoked the hole time ive been here today
He was on the phone with a new distributor since the one he dealt with hasn't been by in weeks. He was putting in an order
*max shrugged when mathius just left so he just took a seat * max: does anyone want to play any cards i mean it is a bar after all
Currently hitting a Bracken with a shovel after it tried to break her kneck "Fear me flower man!"

"Just kill that damn thing if it's so bothersome."
"Its stress relief.. we should give the chef a few whacks" she said before zapping the thing with a zap gun and putting it out of its misery
Which causes it to turn into some weird black dust
Which causes it to turn into some weird black dust
max: i mean you guys know what i would suggest for stress * he chuckled shuffaling cards waiting for anyone to play with
The scholar once again was sitting by himself. Instead of scrolls piling on the table, he was reading a book with a cup of tea next to him. The cover of the book was blue adorned with patterns of clouds and mountains. In the middle of the cover was a symbol with a halberd shattered in half.
"Hmm."
She proceeds to throw the shovel at Max "There are kids!"
Seeing something getting thrown out of the corner of his eye, Enjou looked from his book
"Dont mind mee" she going to get a shovel
"...As long as you keep away from my hammer."
Max: STOP THROWING THAT DAM SHOVEL! * he said ducking and dodging the shovel * max: and ya there’s kids IN A BAR. There shouldent be kids in a bar so I say free to do whatever
"So by that logic, it's fine to whip out my gun and start shooting? I fail to see the sense in it all."
Max: that’s what I’m saying! * he said with a chuckle * max: like I get it if your parent works at a bar and a kid has to stay but kids don’t need to be in a bar just becouse they want to
"The point is, it's multidimensional, so controlling who comes in and out is going to be near-impossible."
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